I ask to see your wet panties. You retrieve them from a plastic grocery bag and hand them to me. I bring them up to my face and inhale your scent. Sh...uld I call it a scent? Or an aroma? Or is it a bouquet? It is intoxicating whatever I call it, and then I run my tongue along the dampness and taste you for the first time. Second-hand taste, but satisfying, just like standing next to a smoker when you desperately need a puff on a cigarette, but don't have one yourself. I ask you to turn around.. Now Petra was a bright girl, and she thought she had a way of getting his attention. Her secret weapon was her 1966 Morris Traveller.The Morris Minor is a classic vehicle, last produced, I think, in 1968. Any Briton older than, say thirty, has a soft spot for the old Morris. The Traveller is what Americans would call a 'station wagon' version, I think; complete to the wood framing of the rear body from behind the driver's seat. Not fast; oh, no, not fast at all with a very simple, basic 1100 cc. I turned on the camera and started to video and it wasn’t long before Terry’s cock was fully alert. June was slowly rubbing the full length and then I noticed both couples were sitting up watching. I focused the camera between all three couples getting a close up of June’s hand and checking what the couples were doing. Jean was laying next to me and turned onto her back and was looking at June when she moved a hand onto her pubic hair. June was still looking towards us and raised herself up to. And of course Kimberly, you will soon get fed up of an older man like me. Both of you are old enough now to start looking for boys of your own age. If they are decent lads and they treat you well then maybe you might let them fuck you. Only if you think they deserve it though. You know I really can’t believe what we’ve been through tonight and I can’t believe this conversation we are having either. But let’s not spoil a fantastic night, I really loved fucking both of you but I do think we.